Grace Fallen 2/3
Like I said, this 2nd part was getting too long, so it got split again, and now it's a triple shot. ^^; I've been madly piecing this together to post tonight before I go to bed, so I'll be posting comments to everyone's wonderful new chapters once I've read them... tomorrow. ^^; And ahaha, sorry, Changmin's bit is in the 3rd part!
Title: Grace Fallen
Rating: R-ish overall.
Form: Triple Shot
Genre: Drama, AU
Summary: Jaejoong tries to figure out just what his position will be now that his master, Yunho, has a new bed slave; while Yunho has his own problems to cope with.
I think I should just explain quickly about the world this is set in. It is NOT medieval, it’s in fact a futuristic ‘verse, with a sort of steam punk feel to it. There is a lot of high technology around them, which came out a little in the first half but you’ll see far more of in this part, but their society and values are a little archaic in nature. It’s very hierarchical, and yes, there are slaves. BRED slaves usually (think like dogs, they're bred for certain attributes - appearance, temprement etc, then trained. Jae is kinda a mutt, while Min is high grade breed... or something. ^^;). Most of the people working for the Jungs are servants though - paid for their work and ‘free’. Jae and Min are NOT free though.
Also, when I say ‘house’, I’m generally using the Victorian usage of it, as in the household of people/land that is owned by the ‘lord/master’. Yunho’s ‘house’ is actually a lavish apartment but is still referenced as a ‘household’.
Kangin = butler, Kibum = chauffer.
Part 1
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Jaejoong had been in the bath when Kangin had come in and practically hauled him out, shooing him down towards Yunho’s study and blathering about the thunderous, fearful temper the man was displaying, worse then even the foul mood that had taken him only a week ago.
As it was, Jaejoong had barely closed the door to the study when he’d been slammed up against the wall, a surprised cry ripping from his mouth as Yunho’s dark face loomed in front of him. Yunho’s hand closed around his throat, pinning him hard enough that it was a struggle to breathe properly. The task was made even harder by the explosion of fear that overtook Jaejoong’s body. He had never, ever, seen Yunho like this. He had never been scared of his master before, but he was scared now, because the face before him was alien - holding nothing of the usual sensible steady Yunho that he knew.
“Master…!” He managed to force out, the word weak and strangled. The grip loosened momentarily, only to come back again, causing Jae’s head to smash into the hard wooden paneling of the wall. The ache it caused however was the least of his problems.
“Tell me. Tell me, what would your price be?!” Yunho hissed, eyes narrowed and hard. The confusion in Jaejoong’s mind only grew, his thoughts chaotic with fear and the completely inexplicable situation.
“W-what…?” He choked out, not daring to even try and free himself from the deadly grip. Yunho growled menacingly.
“HOW MUCH! To slit my throat in the night? Or put a little white pill into my drink, drop a vial of poison into my food?” Yunho’s voice was deadly and he sounded slightly unhinged. Jaejoong could feel hysteria rising in his own body, his hands beginning to tremble, even as they were pushed up against the wall. If Yunho believed Jaejoong had been plotting to kill him… Jaejoong knew his life would be over, with no thought nor mercy.
Jaejoong shook his head furiously, eyes wide and everything in his body willing Yunho to believe him.
“Never… never!” He breathed out little more then a strangled whisper. Jaejoong was increasingly certain that his protests may be for naught. If Yunho was already convinced, there was little that could satisfy him. The grip on his neck increased, cutting off his air supply completely. Jaejoong thrashed a little, trying to pull free of the grip, and just as he was beginning to feel faint from lack of oxygen, Yunho let him go abruptly. He fell to the floor, collapsing into a tumble of limbs and near sobbing through deep gasps of air.
Yunho stalked away from him, pacing the length of the room once before leaning down before Jaejoong, grasping his chin in a painful grip to tilt the pale face upwards, forcing their eyes to meet.
“You’ve never thought of getting rid of me? Escaping? Of becoming free?” Yunho asked, voice still hard, and with a disbelieving edge to it. Jaejoong’s mind raced, trying to collect his thoughts into some semblance, and come out with an answer that would not get him killed.
“I… I…” He gulped, but Yunho’s gaze was unrelenting. “When I first became yours, I dreamt of escaping. Maybe, hitting you on the head and using your prints to get out.” He said in a rush, unable to think of any answer that was not the truth. “But never since! I would never wish harm on you, and I would never, ever be able to kill you, not for any amount.” He said, his voice trembling as tears leaked down his face, leaving wet trails across his cheeks.
A sob escaped him involuntarily as Yunho’s grip tightened slightly.
“Please Master… I swear I would never hurt you! Not for anything…” Jaejoong pleaded, his hands fisted in the folds of his robes that pooled around his body.
Finally, after long torturous moments, the hard planes of Yunho’s face softened, and the man that Jaejoong knew returned, even if worn and still angry. He sighed, and the fingers on Jaejoong’s chin loosened into a soft caress that soothed the throbbing there a little. Jaejoong nearly cried in relief at the change, his whole body sagging as the adrenalin and fear flooded off him, his heart still thundering in his chest. Yunho lowered himself to sit on the ground, and Jaejoong felt the strong arms pull him forward until he was sitting in his master’s lap, ensconced in a warm, much appreciated hug. His eyes focused on the light blue fabric of Yunho’s business shirt, taking in deep breaths of air and trying to calm his mind and body, his hands curling around Yunho’s arm to anchor himself.
“I’m sorry Jaejoong.” Yunho’s voice was slightly hoarse and Jaejoong might have missed the words completely if his master’s face hadn’t been pressed up against his own, his mouth by Jaejoong’s ear. They were also easily mistakable because Yunho never apologized to his body slave before - he’d had no need to. No matter what he did, he would be in the right. This time though, he obviously felt he had not been in the right. Jaejoong was indentured to him, and could never have complained about his treatment, but Yunho was a decent human being with morals and guilt. Jaejoong let out a large puff of air, nodding against Yunho almost mindlessly. His master had scared him badly though, and for a while there he’d thought he’d surely lost his life.
Yunho’s hand smoothed over Jaejoong’s hair, gently petting him as he waited for the body slave’s breathing and heartbeat to fall into a more regular pattern.
“I’m sorry… but I had to know. I had to make sure.” Yunho went on. Jaejoong was only half listening to his words, mind still racing and confused. His master tugged him closer, readjusting his position in the man’s lap so he could shift his legs. Yunho sighed again. “They found Yu Hyunsuk dead in his home today. His body slave had murdered him - poisoned his drink.” He explained, and Jaejoong’s breath hitched in surprise. He had no idea who Yu was, but that he’d been murdered by his body slave… and in such a climate where Yunho was already paranoid, he could see why it’d pushed Yunho over the edge. He pulled away from Yunho’s chest, looking at his master with still watery eyes.
“I could never do that to you.” He said earnestly, words sounding a little more natural, if a bit raspy due to his now aching throat. Yunho smiled thinly and kissed Jaejoong’s forehead, smoothing back the hair that hung over it.
“I didn’t think you would… but it would be easy for you. I’ve never been on guard against you. I can not stand the thought of you wanting to do that either - that you might hate me enough to want me dead.”
“I don’t. I don’t hate you at all.” Jaejoong replied, eyes lowering shyly.
“I’m glad.” Was Yunho’s simple reply, his brittle smile softening.
“Why… why did he do it?” Jaejoong asked after silent moments. He wondered if Yu had been a cruel man… on of those monsters that lurked behind closed doors, taking out their frustrations and enacting their warped desires on those who could not refuse. Jaejoong knew what he would have done if he’d been placed with such a man, and it wouldn’t have been pretty.
“The body slave? They’re not sure yet. He killed himself when he knew himself to be cornered. It looks like he was most likely paid off to do the deed however. Bribed with his freedom? Who knows.” Yunho said, his frown returning, although far less dark then before and more pensive. “It’s fairly certain it’s somehow linked to the take over however. Yu was a very vocal supporter of my father’s decision. And now… now the board is getting jumpy.”
Jaejoong’s eyebrows gathered together and he touched Yunho’s chest lightly.
“Is your father…?” He began, not really sure what he was asking. Yunho shook his head though.
“He’s fine. The estate is going onto lockdown and a thorough check is being performed on all the staff. I will be doing the same here. I’m confining Changmin to his quarters for the time being, and some of the staff will be put on temporary leave.” Yunho explained. He smiled wryly.
“I’m afraid you may have to take up your cooking duties again for us.”
“Of course Master.” Jaejoong said gladly, though his voice broke strangely at the end of the sentence, fading away to near nothing. A look of worry covered Yunho’s face.
“Ah, stupid me! Don’t talk too much Jae. I’ll call the doctor to see to your throat.” Yunho said, his fingers going to lightly touch the already bruising rings around the pale neck, regret in his eyes.
“Thank you.” Jaejoong mouthed, placid under Yunho’s touch, even though his neck was already throbbing, as was his jaw.
Yunho turned his head gently to brush a light kiss over Jaejoong’s lips and Jaejoong gave him a little smile in return. The taller man then moved, shifting the both of them to stand up, Yunho half helping Jaejoong to stay upright as his legs wobbled momentarily. Once he had righted himself, Yunho tugged his robe tighter around his body.
“You go to the bedroom now, and rest yourself. I’ll have the doctor to check on you.” Yunho directed. Jaejoong nodded, bowing at the order and leaving to do as bid.
Upon reaching the bedroom, Jaejoong went into the ensuite, the lights flickering on at his entrance and allowing him to see himself in the mirror. He turned his head this way and that, trying to see what the damage to his neck was like. There were definite marks, a red colour at the moment, but he was sure they’d purple eventually. How ugly. The ache in his jaw was not as bad, and he hoped that too would not bruise.
After a thorough inspection, he went and sat on the bed to wait for the doctor, glad that someone would be looking at it, although he was not sure what the man would be able to do. While he waited, he thought about what Yunho had told him. He wondered at the desperation of Yu’s body slave. That he would really take the risk to do something so horrible and so… extreme. The slave had to have known his chances for success were almost nil… and if he’d wanted to get away with it, he’d basically have to amputate his own arm. Removing the tracking chip embedded into the wrist of each slave was near impossible without the proper, highly technical procedure. How far had the slave been pushed to accept such a fate? Or had he been tricked? Jaejoong shivered. What an ugly mess, both for the master and slave.
It didn’t bode well for Yunho or his father either. Jaejoong bit his lip. If someone really was orchestrating the convenient removal of those in favor of the take over, then… well, the Jungs would obviously be the top of the list. And the best way to get to the Jungs would be through the myriad of servants both men had. The senior Jung had neither a body slave nor a steady lover since his wife’s death, but had nearly double the number of servants working in the household then Yunho. Maybe Yunho was right to be so wary.
It was unusual for anything like this to have a direct impact on Jaejoong. He usually didn’t much care what went on in Yunho’s workplace, the only effect it had on him was its influence on Yunho’s overall moods. Now, he wasn’t really sure how to deal with the real world encroaching on his little bubble, especially in such a violent, scary way.
His musings were interrupted by the bell of the door as it slid open, and he looked up to see not his usual doctor, that looked after body slaves, but Yunho’s personal physician Lee Saedol, who had been treating his master since Yunho was a child. Jaejoong immediately flushed a little at this treatment. Yunho really must have felt guilty. The older man looked him over as he entered the room, putting down his case on the corner desk.
“Hello Jaejoong. Yunho said you were in a bit of pain.” Saedol said, smiling at the young man on the bed. He’d met Jaejoong several times over the years, as the slave had always been the one in charge of making sure Yunho took whatever medicine was prescribed to him, and looking after the boy when he was sick. He quite liked Jaejoong, and thought he was good for Yunho.
Jaejoong smiled back, and nodded, pointing to his throat. Saedol came to kneel in front of the younger man, lifting his head to examine the red marks encircling the pale neck. It was fairly obvious to him what had caused them, even if neither Jaejoong nor Yunho had offered an explanation. He was rather surprised though, as Yunho had always seemed affectionate towards his body slave. It was not for him to comment on such things though, so he just made a tsking sound and nodded. Eyes flickering up to meet Jaejoong’s, he placed his fingers gently over the side of the young man’s neck.
“Let me know where it hurts the most.” He instructed, and began to put light pressure on segments of his neck. About halfway around, Jaejoong gave out a little mewl of pain, and his eyes tightened. “Hm.” The doctor said thoughtfully. “Okay. Anywhere else that hurts?” He asked. Jaejoong nodded slightly and touched his chin, tracing from one side of his jaw to the lower half of the other side. Saedol inspected the area too.
“I can’t do much about either of these I’m afraid, but I’ll give you some cream to help sooth the pain a little. Don’t talk if you don’t have to for the next few days. You’re going to come up a lovely shade of blue soon, but there’s not much we can really do to help the process unfortunately. You’re just going to have to let the bruises heal naturally. There doesn’t seem to be anything worse then surface bruising, but if you have any problems swallowing or speaking or such, let me know right away.” The doctor told him, standing up. Jaejoong nodded. Rifling through his bag, Saedol produced a small tube of cream that he handed to Jaejoong, and then also gave him a bottle of pills. Jaejoong examined them curiously before giving Saedol an inquiring look.
“These aren’t for you. They’re for Yunho, if he needs them. They’re to help him sleep. He looks exhausted, and I know there’s been a lot going on recently. Half a pill with water should get him to sleep for a good six to eight hours.” He explained. Jaejoong peered at the label, reading the instructions, and nodded again. He was dubious that Yunho would ever deign to take them, but it was always useful to have them on hand.
Saedol closed up his bag and took his leave.
“Take care Jaejoong.” He said in parting, and Jaejoong bowed to him as the door swept back with a light puff of air. Jaejoong then took the pills and placed them on the counter in Yunho’s bathroom, ready to explain them when his master came to bathe before bed. Looking at the clock, he puzzled over his next action. After a few moments of deliberation, he hurried out of the main bedroom and to his own small room, where he made himself presentable. He combed his hair, put on his tunics and wound a long wispy scarf around his neck to hide the marks there. That was the last thing Yunho needed to see every time he looked at Jaejoong.
He pulled on his gauzy little slippers and patted down the hallway, back to Yunho’s study. He scratched on the door, waiting for Yunho’s voice to call him in before pressing his hand to the opening panel and entering. Yunho looked up from his desk, blinking almost owlishly at him.
“Jaejoong.” There was some surprise in his voice, and Jaejoong bowed, not sure if he had done rightly. Yunho’s face cleared after a moment however, and he motioned the slave closer. “What did the doctor say?” He asked. Jaejoong bit his lip, thinking of what to say.
“Thank you for sending him.” He started with, bowing again. He went on quickly, before Yunho had a chance to comment on it. “It’s just bruises. I have cream. He said not to talk much.”
Yunho’s expression flickered briefly, but he nodded at the news.
“Then you have my permission to speak shortly. Or not at all.” He allowed, and Jaejoong nodded, bowing his head in recognition of Yunho’s allowance. Yunho looked slightly troubled, brow furrowing as he tapped his pen against the papers he was studying. “If you feel well enough, you may attend to dinner. Have Kangin bring my plates here.” He said momentarily, and waved a hand at Jaejoong in clear dismissal.
Bowing once more, Jaejoong left the room, to spend the remainder of the afternoon re-familiarizing himself with the kitchen that had been once more rearranged by the latest chef, and cooking for his master and the other servants.
It was not until many hours later, far past the dinner hours, that Jaejoong was called upon to ready his master and his master’s room for the night. The routine went as usual, albeit perhaps more silently then the norm, with Jaejoong helping Yunho to bathe and then turning down the bed for him and closing up the blinds without so much as a word spoken between them. Yunho’s clothes for the next day were set out, and with a bow, Jaejoong turned to leave the room. The door had already slid open when Yunho’s voice halted his movements.
“Jaejoong… stay with me?” Yunho said abruptly, and for the first time that Jaejoong could remember, it was a request. Jaejoong turned to smile at Yunho, who for some reason looked very young in his large bed that moment. He opened his mouth to reply, and then remembered not to, instead nodding. He stepped back into the room and undid his robe, letting the silky fabric slide from his shoulders and off his body. Hanging it on the corner of a chair back, he went back to the bed, lifting the covers and sliding in beside his master. Yunho gathered him up, bringing him close and cuddling Jaejoong to him. Jaejoong curled his body into Yunho’s, recognizing his master’s need for comfort, and just a solid body next to him. Reaching over Jaejoong’s body, Yunho tapped the bedside console and the lights blinked out, leaving them in what little light the moon shone through the large bay windows on each side of the room.
“Thank you.” Yunho’s voice was quiet in the new darkness, and Jaejoong blinked at the words, wondering what he was being thanked for. He didn’t have too long to ponder on it however, as a light touch over his cheek turned his head upwards to his master’s, dark eyes meeting his own. Then Yunho leaned in slightly, and Jaejoong’s eyes fell shut reflexively, feeling the light brush of his master’s lips against his. Yunho’s nose nuzzled briefly against his before the kiss came again, slightly deeper this time. Jaejoong reciprocated, falling easily into the familiar slide of soft skin and tongues and the taste of Yunho. The kisses were not demanding, and even as Yunho’s grip on him tightened, Jaejoong knew that there would be nothing more then this that night.
He was correct in the assumption too, Yunho’s hands and mouth only seeking comfort and some distraction, with the man falling asleep after not so long while playing with Jaejoong’s hair. Jaejoong meanwhile, like many other nights recently, lay sleepless in the comfortable bed and the warm embrace for some time, thinking about the day’s events, before eventually succumbing to his own unmemorable dreams.
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Kangin and Jaejoong went into hyper drive when Yunho called just after lunch a few days later, telling them that he was bringing home a guest that evening for tea and drinks. It had been a long time since Yunho had anyone in his apartment socially, and now with the small amount of staff in the house, it was largely up to just the two of them to ready everything.
Jaejoong had gone immediately into the kitchen, fretfully baking up small cakes and biscuits to be nibbled on, and pulling out the special plates and tea set that were to be used for guests, washing them thoroughly. He’d set up a tea tray, and was icing a batch of cakes when Kibum rang, saying they had left the office.
He shoved the tray, full of tea and cakes, at Kangin, who had come to tell him, and told the butler to take it to the dining room. Frantic, Jae absolutely sped through a shower and had made up his face so hastily he almost stabbed himself in the eye with the eye pencil. Shock-drying his hair, he styled it as he flipped through his wardrobe, trying to find a presentable outfit for himself to wear. Finally deciding on a white tunic with pale grey embroidery edgings, he pulled it on, along with his white slippers, and ran back down the hall, stabbing his earrings in as he did so and nearly bowling over Kangin in his haste.
“They’re here!” Kangin said, a little out of breath himself for the rush job he did tidying up the place and setting up the dining room for guests, changing the painting holograms and closing up the private areas of the apartment. He sealed the hallway Jaejoong had just left, and Jaejoong smoothed out the excessive folds of his tunic in a flustered manner.
“Oh, I do wish he’d have called us earlier!” Jaejoong fussed as they made their way to the entry way, smoothing his hair back. Kangin smiled wirily.
“Ah, but that would be too easy, wouldn’t it?” He joked, and Jaejoong grimaced. “Tch, here, you’re making it fluff more.” The taller man reached out and helped tame the fly away hairs. “There. Perfect, as always.” He said with a wink. Jaejoong laughed a little, shuffling to stand beside Kangin.
“Thanks.” He said shortly, eyes darting to the entry-way screen that showed the outside of the door. There was movement, and soon, Yunho’s figure appeared in the box, and the door began to slide open as the security scanned his prints.
Kangin bowed slightly, and Jaejoong went down far further, in a half-bow, half-curtsey, eyes to the floor as Yunho and his guest entered. Both stood upright again when the door closed behind the two, although Jae’s eyes remained on the floor.
“Welcome home Sir.” Kangin greeted Yunho, and then bobbed his head to the elegant young woman that accompanied Yunho. “Welcome, Ma’am.”
“Master.” Jaejoong murmured demurely. Yunho passed his coat to Kangin, who folded it over his arm and turned to the woman.
“Ma’am, may I take your coat?” He asked.
“Most certainly. Thank you.” Was the perfunctory reply from the lady, who handed over her impeccably tailored red over-jacket, revealing a sharp cut pinstripe skirt suit underneath. Jaejoong could tell just by those words that this woman was used to getting her way, and was obviously very self confident and most likely successful. She was unknown to him though - not someone that Yunho had brought back to the apartment before. Someone, it would seem, that worked with him.
“The dining room is prepared, Sir.” Kangin told Yunho, holding the jackets out and taking them to the entry closet.
“Thank you Kangin.” Yunho said. “Jaejoong.” The name imbued an order and directions, all in one, and Jaejoong snapped to attention, bobbing down himself and turning to lead the way down to the dining room.
“A very impressive apartment you have, Yunho.” The lady remarked casually as they walked, inspecting the place as they went.
“I like to think so.” Yunho returned. “It serves my needs, at any rate.”
“Yes, I’m sure it does.” Was her reply, and the hairs on the back of Jaejoong’s neck stood up, feeling the uncomfortable weight of her eyes on him. Thankfully, they had reached the dining room, and Jaejoong opened the door, stepping through quickly and waiting for them both to enter before sealing the door again.
“Come in, come in.” Yunho ushered, as the woman stood still momentarily, looking around the room and out the large windows that looked down on the cityscape. “You’re not here to look at the scenery.” He said, pulling out a chair at the table. Jaejoong took that as his cue, and went over to the cabinets where the tea tray sat, waiting.
“Yes, well, you didn’t exactly tell me why I am here.” The lady said, raising a well manicured eyebrow.
“Hmph. I think you should know. I want to discuss our mysterious hidden assassin with you. I’ve a few ideas about who it may be, but not enough evidence to want to share them with many.” Yunho said, leaning on the back of the chair, not sitting as the woman was still standing, looking absently out the window. She turned at his words however, casting an eye over him.
“You would not like to wait a little to discuss this?” The woman asked diplomatically, although her insinuation was clear what with the significant glance she pinned on Jaejoong, one eyebrow raised. She had not said it meanly, just questioningly. Jaejoong bowed his head, pausing in his preparation of the cups of tea, ready to stay or go whatever Yunho said.
“Yes. It’s fine.” He said with a dismissive wave, only to re-iterate when she looked skeptical. “This is my body slave, Jaejoong. I trust him SeulGi. He’s had ample opportunity, and has never been anything but loyal.”
The woman gave him a measuring look, as if disbelieving Yunho’s logic, before shrugging it off.
“As you will. Shall we?” She asked, finally taking a seat at the table. Yunho nodded, following suit and sitting across from her.
Obviously given leave to do his work. Jaejoong began serving out tea and the small cakes he’d made, carefully placing them on the table and unobtrusively offering them to his master and SeulGi as the pair began to talk in earnest. Eventually, he had nothing more to do, so he retuned to his place by the door, and folded down to sit inconspicuously on the soft pillow placed there for him.
Their talk of business strategies made little sense to Jaejoong, and were rather boring given that he knew nothing of the people or situations involved. He instead let his mind wander, eyes blankly staring beyond the carpeted floor of the room. After some time, he tuned in again to hear them debating hard about the rather unstable situation with the takeover, and the dangers they thought they would likely encounter both in the boardroom and outside. They were having a rather heated argument over who they thought was behind the more… violent means of expressing their disagreement with the take over.
“Master… may I…?” Jaejoong’s quiet voice may have gone unnoticed if there had not been a lull in their own conversation. Both of them turned to look at him curiously. Yunho motioned him forward, and Jaejoong stood up, coming up to stand by Yunho’s chair.
“What is it Jaejoong?” Yunho prompted. Jaejoong did not look at SeulGi, instead focusing on his master.
“You could, perhaps, set bait? I could be… angry.” Jaejoong said, motioning to his healing throat to illustrate his idea. “I could pretend to think that you’ve gone crazy. Make known that I want… out.” He went on tentatively. It was risky even proposing such a plan to his master of all people, to even pretend to plan an escape. But Jaejoong had thought about it as they talked, and it seemed sensible to him. “Perhaps if he knows I’m disgruntled, that I could be persuaded, he might send someone to… convince me? Ask me to...” Jaejoong made vague gestures with his hands, not wanting to say the word, and scrunching up his face in distaste. “Then you would be able to follow this person, and perhaps find out who is behind this all.”
SeulGi let out a bark of laughter, and Jaejoong startled at the loud sound, looking over at the woman in surprise. She was considering him as well, eyes measuring him up. He shifted uneasily under her gaze, and went back to looking at his master. Yunho smiled kindly at him.
“It’s an idea. I’m not sure he’d strike in the same way twice, but it’s possible. And I’m thankful for your offer.” Yunho said.
“An idea indeed.” SeulGi said, sounding rather amused, although Jaejoong could not tell what about. Did she think it so amusing that a slave could think? Or was she amused at his idea, or his audaciousness? It was impossible to tell. He resisted the frown that wanted to rise however, and focused on Yunho.
“I’ll certainly keep it in mind, Jaejoong.” Yunho said, and Jaejoong bobbed again, ready to go back and bring around the teapot again to offer more drinks, but he was stopped by SeulGi calling out to him.
“Come here Jaejoong.” SeulGi ordered. Jaejoong looked up at her, eyes flickering from her face to her beckoning fingers, and then over to Yunho. His master nodded slightly, and so Jaejoong went, stepping over to the woman and kneeling down beside her.
SeulGi’s long ruby red nails dug into his skin slightly as she held his chin up, turning his head this way and that and examining his features. His almost healed jaw twinged a little at the pressure, but he bore it docilely.
“He’s beautiful Yunho. And loyal too. You’re lucky to have such a slave.” She commented, sharp eyes looking up and giving Yunho an unreadable look. Jaejoong was a little bewildered at her words, as they were an unusual comment. What followed was even more unusual. “Does your master treat you well?” She asked suddenly, and Jaejoong’s eyes widened.
“SeulGi…” Yunho said her name disapprovingly, but the woman was not looking at him, rather holding Jaejoong’s startled gaze.
“Does he?” She repeated.
“Jaejoong, you don’t have to -” Jaejoong could hear Yunho saying, and the sound of his master standing from his chair. He jumped in though, cutting through his master’s words.
“Yes. Always.” He said simply, meeting her gaze solidly. Her eyes flickered down to his still-bruised neck, and Jaejoong’s eyes narrowed. “It’s the truth.” He asserted, almost challengingly. “He’s always been very good to me.” He pulled away from her touch slightly, showing his disapproval at her thoughts. She searched his defiant face once more, and then nodded, sitting back and letting him go.
Yunho was standing behind his slave now, looking conflicted. He motioned Jaejoong to rise, and he did as bid, eyes flickering between the two before stepping around to gather the empty cake plates onto the tray.
“I’m happy to hear it Yunho. I don’t approve of those who mistreat their slaves.” SeulGi said as she looked up at her boss. Yunho huffed out a sigh, only just managing to refrain from rolling his eyes at her dramatics.
“I’m glad I pass inspection then.” He said dryly, “However, I’d take kindly to it if you didn’t start wandering about interrogating my staff.” She just smiled pleasantly at him.
“Of course not.” She replied genially, and Jaejoong had to smile to himself a little at their interplay. It was obvious Yunho felt quite at ease with the woman, despite her odd questions and quite aggressive manner.
Their conversation slid down from there, their business talk obviously concluded as they relaxed a little and talked easily between them. Jaejoong brought wine for them, and the next few hours were spent genially, a welcome relief perhaps for all involved given past events and also what was to come.
On to part three (first half)
Title: Grace Fallen
Rating: R-ish overall.
Form: Triple Shot
Genre: Drama, AU
Summary: Jaejoong tries to figure out just what his position will be now that his master, Yunho, has a new bed slave; while Yunho has his own problems to cope with.
I think I should just explain quickly about the world this is set in. It is NOT medieval, it’s in fact a futuristic ‘verse, with a sort of steam punk feel to it. There is a lot of high technology around them, which came out a little in the first half but you’ll see far more of in this part, but their society and values are a little archaic in nature. It’s very hierarchical, and yes, there are slaves. BRED slaves usually (think like dogs, they're bred for certain attributes - appearance, temprement etc, then trained. Jae is kinda a mutt, while Min is high grade breed... or something. ^^;). Most of the people working for the Jungs are servants though - paid for their work and ‘free’. Jae and Min are NOT free though.
Also, when I say ‘house’, I’m generally using the Victorian usage of it, as in the household of people/land that is owned by the ‘lord/master’. Yunho’s ‘house’ is actually a lavish apartment but is still referenced as a ‘household’.
Kangin = butler, Kibum = chauffer.
Part 1
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Jaejoong had been in the bath when Kangin had come in and practically hauled him out, shooing him down towards Yunho’s study and blathering about the thunderous, fearful temper the man was displaying, worse then even the foul mood that had taken him only a week ago.
As it was, Jaejoong had barely closed the door to the study when he’d been slammed up against the wall, a surprised cry ripping from his mouth as Yunho’s dark face loomed in front of him. Yunho’s hand closed around his throat, pinning him hard enough that it was a struggle to breathe properly. The task was made even harder by the explosion of fear that overtook Jaejoong’s body. He had never, ever, seen Yunho like this. He had never been scared of his master before, but he was scared now, because the face before him was alien - holding nothing of the usual sensible steady Yunho that he knew.
“Master…!” He managed to force out, the word weak and strangled. The grip loosened momentarily, only to come back again, causing Jae’s head to smash into the hard wooden paneling of the wall. The ache it caused however was the least of his problems.
“Tell me. Tell me, what would your price be?!” Yunho hissed, eyes narrowed and hard. The confusion in Jaejoong’s mind only grew, his thoughts chaotic with fear and the completely inexplicable situation.
“W-what…?” He choked out, not daring to even try and free himself from the deadly grip. Yunho growled menacingly.
“HOW MUCH! To slit my throat in the night? Or put a little white pill into my drink, drop a vial of poison into my food?” Yunho’s voice was deadly and he sounded slightly unhinged. Jaejoong could feel hysteria rising in his own body, his hands beginning to tremble, even as they were pushed up against the wall. If Yunho believed Jaejoong had been plotting to kill him… Jaejoong knew his life would be over, with no thought nor mercy.
Jaejoong shook his head furiously, eyes wide and everything in his body willing Yunho to believe him.
“Never… never!” He breathed out little more then a strangled whisper. Jaejoong was increasingly certain that his protests may be for naught. If Yunho was already convinced, there was little that could satisfy him. The grip on his neck increased, cutting off his air supply completely. Jaejoong thrashed a little, trying to pull free of the grip, and just as he was beginning to feel faint from lack of oxygen, Yunho let him go abruptly. He fell to the floor, collapsing into a tumble of limbs and near sobbing through deep gasps of air.
Yunho stalked away from him, pacing the length of the room once before leaning down before Jaejoong, grasping his chin in a painful grip to tilt the pale face upwards, forcing their eyes to meet.
“You’ve never thought of getting rid of me? Escaping? Of becoming free?” Yunho asked, voice still hard, and with a disbelieving edge to it. Jaejoong’s mind raced, trying to collect his thoughts into some semblance, and come out with an answer that would not get him killed.
“I… I…” He gulped, but Yunho’s gaze was unrelenting. “When I first became yours, I dreamt of escaping. Maybe, hitting you on the head and using your prints to get out.” He said in a rush, unable to think of any answer that was not the truth. “But never since! I would never wish harm on you, and I would never, ever be able to kill you, not for any amount.” He said, his voice trembling as tears leaked down his face, leaving wet trails across his cheeks.
A sob escaped him involuntarily as Yunho’s grip tightened slightly.
“Please Master… I swear I would never hurt you! Not for anything…” Jaejoong pleaded, his hands fisted in the folds of his robes that pooled around his body.
Finally, after long torturous moments, the hard planes of Yunho’s face softened, and the man that Jaejoong knew returned, even if worn and still angry. He sighed, and the fingers on Jaejoong’s chin loosened into a soft caress that soothed the throbbing there a little. Jaejoong nearly cried in relief at the change, his whole body sagging as the adrenalin and fear flooded off him, his heart still thundering in his chest. Yunho lowered himself to sit on the ground, and Jaejoong felt the strong arms pull him forward until he was sitting in his master’s lap, ensconced in a warm, much appreciated hug. His eyes focused on the light blue fabric of Yunho’s business shirt, taking in deep breaths of air and trying to calm his mind and body, his hands curling around Yunho’s arm to anchor himself.
“I’m sorry Jaejoong.” Yunho’s voice was slightly hoarse and Jaejoong might have missed the words completely if his master’s face hadn’t been pressed up against his own, his mouth by Jaejoong’s ear. They were also easily mistakable because Yunho never apologized to his body slave before - he’d had no need to. No matter what he did, he would be in the right. This time though, he obviously felt he had not been in the right. Jaejoong was indentured to him, and could never have complained about his treatment, but Yunho was a decent human being with morals and guilt. Jaejoong let out a large puff of air, nodding against Yunho almost mindlessly. His master had scared him badly though, and for a while there he’d thought he’d surely lost his life.
Yunho’s hand smoothed over Jaejoong’s hair, gently petting him as he waited for the body slave’s breathing and heartbeat to fall into a more regular pattern.
“I’m sorry… but I had to know. I had to make sure.” Yunho went on. Jaejoong was only half listening to his words, mind still racing and confused. His master tugged him closer, readjusting his position in the man’s lap so he could shift his legs. Yunho sighed again. “They found Yu Hyunsuk dead in his home today. His body slave had murdered him - poisoned his drink.” He explained, and Jaejoong’s breath hitched in surprise. He had no idea who Yu was, but that he’d been murdered by his body slave… and in such a climate where Yunho was already paranoid, he could see why it’d pushed Yunho over the edge. He pulled away from Yunho’s chest, looking at his master with still watery eyes.
“I could never do that to you.” He said earnestly, words sounding a little more natural, if a bit raspy due to his now aching throat. Yunho smiled thinly and kissed Jaejoong’s forehead, smoothing back the hair that hung over it.
“I didn’t think you would… but it would be easy for you. I’ve never been on guard against you. I can not stand the thought of you wanting to do that either - that you might hate me enough to want me dead.”
“I don’t. I don’t hate you at all.” Jaejoong replied, eyes lowering shyly.
“I’m glad.” Was Yunho’s simple reply, his brittle smile softening.
“Why… why did he do it?” Jaejoong asked after silent moments. He wondered if Yu had been a cruel man… on of those monsters that lurked behind closed doors, taking out their frustrations and enacting their warped desires on those who could not refuse. Jaejoong knew what he would have done if he’d been placed with such a man, and it wouldn’t have been pretty.
“The body slave? They’re not sure yet. He killed himself when he knew himself to be cornered. It looks like he was most likely paid off to do the deed however. Bribed with his freedom? Who knows.” Yunho said, his frown returning, although far less dark then before and more pensive. “It’s fairly certain it’s somehow linked to the take over however. Yu was a very vocal supporter of my father’s decision. And now… now the board is getting jumpy.”
Jaejoong’s eyebrows gathered together and he touched Yunho’s chest lightly.
“Is your father…?” He began, not really sure what he was asking. Yunho shook his head though.
“He’s fine. The estate is going onto lockdown and a thorough check is being performed on all the staff. I will be doing the same here. I’m confining Changmin to his quarters for the time being, and some of the staff will be put on temporary leave.” Yunho explained. He smiled wryly.
“I’m afraid you may have to take up your cooking duties again for us.”
“Of course Master.” Jaejoong said gladly, though his voice broke strangely at the end of the sentence, fading away to near nothing. A look of worry covered Yunho’s face.
“Ah, stupid me! Don’t talk too much Jae. I’ll call the doctor to see to your throat.” Yunho said, his fingers going to lightly touch the already bruising rings around the pale neck, regret in his eyes.
“Thank you.” Jaejoong mouthed, placid under Yunho’s touch, even though his neck was already throbbing, as was his jaw.
Yunho turned his head gently to brush a light kiss over Jaejoong’s lips and Jaejoong gave him a little smile in return. The taller man then moved, shifting the both of them to stand up, Yunho half helping Jaejoong to stay upright as his legs wobbled momentarily. Once he had righted himself, Yunho tugged his robe tighter around his body.
“You go to the bedroom now, and rest yourself. I’ll have the doctor to check on you.” Yunho directed. Jaejoong nodded, bowing at the order and leaving to do as bid.
Upon reaching the bedroom, Jaejoong went into the ensuite, the lights flickering on at his entrance and allowing him to see himself in the mirror. He turned his head this way and that, trying to see what the damage to his neck was like. There were definite marks, a red colour at the moment, but he was sure they’d purple eventually. How ugly. The ache in his jaw was not as bad, and he hoped that too would not bruise.
After a thorough inspection, he went and sat on the bed to wait for the doctor, glad that someone would be looking at it, although he was not sure what the man would be able to do. While he waited, he thought about what Yunho had told him. He wondered at the desperation of Yu’s body slave. That he would really take the risk to do something so horrible and so… extreme. The slave had to have known his chances for success were almost nil… and if he’d wanted to get away with it, he’d basically have to amputate his own arm. Removing the tracking chip embedded into the wrist of each slave was near impossible without the proper, highly technical procedure. How far had the slave been pushed to accept such a fate? Or had he been tricked? Jaejoong shivered. What an ugly mess, both for the master and slave.
It didn’t bode well for Yunho or his father either. Jaejoong bit his lip. If someone really was orchestrating the convenient removal of those in favor of the take over, then… well, the Jungs would obviously be the top of the list. And the best way to get to the Jungs would be through the myriad of servants both men had. The senior Jung had neither a body slave nor a steady lover since his wife’s death, but had nearly double the number of servants working in the household then Yunho. Maybe Yunho was right to be so wary.
It was unusual for anything like this to have a direct impact on Jaejoong. He usually didn’t much care what went on in Yunho’s workplace, the only effect it had on him was its influence on Yunho’s overall moods. Now, he wasn’t really sure how to deal with the real world encroaching on his little bubble, especially in such a violent, scary way.
His musings were interrupted by the bell of the door as it slid open, and he looked up to see not his usual doctor, that looked after body slaves, but Yunho’s personal physician Lee Saedol, who had been treating his master since Yunho was a child. Jaejoong immediately flushed a little at this treatment. Yunho really must have felt guilty. The older man looked him over as he entered the room, putting down his case on the corner desk.
“Hello Jaejoong. Yunho said you were in a bit of pain.” Saedol said, smiling at the young man on the bed. He’d met Jaejoong several times over the years, as the slave had always been the one in charge of making sure Yunho took whatever medicine was prescribed to him, and looking after the boy when he was sick. He quite liked Jaejoong, and thought he was good for Yunho.
Jaejoong smiled back, and nodded, pointing to his throat. Saedol came to kneel in front of the younger man, lifting his head to examine the red marks encircling the pale neck. It was fairly obvious to him what had caused them, even if neither Jaejoong nor Yunho had offered an explanation. He was rather surprised though, as Yunho had always seemed affectionate towards his body slave. It was not for him to comment on such things though, so he just made a tsking sound and nodded. Eyes flickering up to meet Jaejoong’s, he placed his fingers gently over the side of the young man’s neck.
“Let me know where it hurts the most.” He instructed, and began to put light pressure on segments of his neck. About halfway around, Jaejoong gave out a little mewl of pain, and his eyes tightened. “Hm.” The doctor said thoughtfully. “Okay. Anywhere else that hurts?” He asked. Jaejoong nodded slightly and touched his chin, tracing from one side of his jaw to the lower half of the other side. Saedol inspected the area too.
“I can’t do much about either of these I’m afraid, but I’ll give you some cream to help sooth the pain a little. Don’t talk if you don’t have to for the next few days. You’re going to come up a lovely shade of blue soon, but there’s not much we can really do to help the process unfortunately. You’re just going to have to let the bruises heal naturally. There doesn’t seem to be anything worse then surface bruising, but if you have any problems swallowing or speaking or such, let me know right away.” The doctor told him, standing up. Jaejoong nodded. Rifling through his bag, Saedol produced a small tube of cream that he handed to Jaejoong, and then also gave him a bottle of pills. Jaejoong examined them curiously before giving Saedol an inquiring look.
“These aren’t for you. They’re for Yunho, if he needs them. They’re to help him sleep. He looks exhausted, and I know there’s been a lot going on recently. Half a pill with water should get him to sleep for a good six to eight hours.” He explained. Jaejoong peered at the label, reading the instructions, and nodded again. He was dubious that Yunho would ever deign to take them, but it was always useful to have them on hand.
Saedol closed up his bag and took his leave.
“Take care Jaejoong.” He said in parting, and Jaejoong bowed to him as the door swept back with a light puff of air. Jaejoong then took the pills and placed them on the counter in Yunho’s bathroom, ready to explain them when his master came to bathe before bed. Looking at the clock, he puzzled over his next action. After a few moments of deliberation, he hurried out of the main bedroom and to his own small room, where he made himself presentable. He combed his hair, put on his tunics and wound a long wispy scarf around his neck to hide the marks there. That was the last thing Yunho needed to see every time he looked at Jaejoong.
He pulled on his gauzy little slippers and patted down the hallway, back to Yunho’s study. He scratched on the door, waiting for Yunho’s voice to call him in before pressing his hand to the opening panel and entering. Yunho looked up from his desk, blinking almost owlishly at him.
“Jaejoong.” There was some surprise in his voice, and Jaejoong bowed, not sure if he had done rightly. Yunho’s face cleared after a moment however, and he motioned the slave closer. “What did the doctor say?” He asked. Jaejoong bit his lip, thinking of what to say.
“Thank you for sending him.” He started with, bowing again. He went on quickly, before Yunho had a chance to comment on it. “It’s just bruises. I have cream. He said not to talk much.”
Yunho’s expression flickered briefly, but he nodded at the news.
“Then you have my permission to speak shortly. Or not at all.” He allowed, and Jaejoong nodded, bowing his head in recognition of Yunho’s allowance. Yunho looked slightly troubled, brow furrowing as he tapped his pen against the papers he was studying. “If you feel well enough, you may attend to dinner. Have Kangin bring my plates here.” He said momentarily, and waved a hand at Jaejoong in clear dismissal.
Bowing once more, Jaejoong left the room, to spend the remainder of the afternoon re-familiarizing himself with the kitchen that had been once more rearranged by the latest chef, and cooking for his master and the other servants.
It was not until many hours later, far past the dinner hours, that Jaejoong was called upon to ready his master and his master’s room for the night. The routine went as usual, albeit perhaps more silently then the norm, with Jaejoong helping Yunho to bathe and then turning down the bed for him and closing up the blinds without so much as a word spoken between them. Yunho’s clothes for the next day were set out, and with a bow, Jaejoong turned to leave the room. The door had already slid open when Yunho’s voice halted his movements.
“Jaejoong… stay with me?” Yunho said abruptly, and for the first time that Jaejoong could remember, it was a request. Jaejoong turned to smile at Yunho, who for some reason looked very young in his large bed that moment. He opened his mouth to reply, and then remembered not to, instead nodding. He stepped back into the room and undid his robe, letting the silky fabric slide from his shoulders and off his body. Hanging it on the corner of a chair back, he went back to the bed, lifting the covers and sliding in beside his master. Yunho gathered him up, bringing him close and cuddling Jaejoong to him. Jaejoong curled his body into Yunho’s, recognizing his master’s need for comfort, and just a solid body next to him. Reaching over Jaejoong’s body, Yunho tapped the bedside console and the lights blinked out, leaving them in what little light the moon shone through the large bay windows on each side of the room.
“Thank you.” Yunho’s voice was quiet in the new darkness, and Jaejoong blinked at the words, wondering what he was being thanked for. He didn’t have too long to ponder on it however, as a light touch over his cheek turned his head upwards to his master’s, dark eyes meeting his own. Then Yunho leaned in slightly, and Jaejoong’s eyes fell shut reflexively, feeling the light brush of his master’s lips against his. Yunho’s nose nuzzled briefly against his before the kiss came again, slightly deeper this time. Jaejoong reciprocated, falling easily into the familiar slide of soft skin and tongues and the taste of Yunho. The kisses were not demanding, and even as Yunho’s grip on him tightened, Jaejoong knew that there would be nothing more then this that night.
He was correct in the assumption too, Yunho’s hands and mouth only seeking comfort and some distraction, with the man falling asleep after not so long while playing with Jaejoong’s hair. Jaejoong meanwhile, like many other nights recently, lay sleepless in the comfortable bed and the warm embrace for some time, thinking about the day’s events, before eventually succumbing to his own unmemorable dreams.
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Kangin and Jaejoong went into hyper drive when Yunho called just after lunch a few days later, telling them that he was bringing home a guest that evening for tea and drinks. It had been a long time since Yunho had anyone in his apartment socially, and now with the small amount of staff in the house, it was largely up to just the two of them to ready everything.
Jaejoong had gone immediately into the kitchen, fretfully baking up small cakes and biscuits to be nibbled on, and pulling out the special plates and tea set that were to be used for guests, washing them thoroughly. He’d set up a tea tray, and was icing a batch of cakes when Kibum rang, saying they had left the office.
He shoved the tray, full of tea and cakes, at Kangin, who had come to tell him, and told the butler to take it to the dining room. Frantic, Jae absolutely sped through a shower and had made up his face so hastily he almost stabbed himself in the eye with the eye pencil. Shock-drying his hair, he styled it as he flipped through his wardrobe, trying to find a presentable outfit for himself to wear. Finally deciding on a white tunic with pale grey embroidery edgings, he pulled it on, along with his white slippers, and ran back down the hall, stabbing his earrings in as he did so and nearly bowling over Kangin in his haste.
“They’re here!” Kangin said, a little out of breath himself for the rush job he did tidying up the place and setting up the dining room for guests, changing the painting holograms and closing up the private areas of the apartment. He sealed the hallway Jaejoong had just left, and Jaejoong smoothed out the excessive folds of his tunic in a flustered manner.
“Oh, I do wish he’d have called us earlier!” Jaejoong fussed as they made their way to the entry way, smoothing his hair back. Kangin smiled wirily.
“Ah, but that would be too easy, wouldn’t it?” He joked, and Jaejoong grimaced. “Tch, here, you’re making it fluff more.” The taller man reached out and helped tame the fly away hairs. “There. Perfect, as always.” He said with a wink. Jaejoong laughed a little, shuffling to stand beside Kangin.
“Thanks.” He said shortly, eyes darting to the entry-way screen that showed the outside of the door. There was movement, and soon, Yunho’s figure appeared in the box, and the door began to slide open as the security scanned his prints.
Kangin bowed slightly, and Jaejoong went down far further, in a half-bow, half-curtsey, eyes to the floor as Yunho and his guest entered. Both stood upright again when the door closed behind the two, although Jae’s eyes remained on the floor.
“Welcome home Sir.” Kangin greeted Yunho, and then bobbed his head to the elegant young woman that accompanied Yunho. “Welcome, Ma’am.”
“Master.” Jaejoong murmured demurely. Yunho passed his coat to Kangin, who folded it over his arm and turned to the woman.
“Ma’am, may I take your coat?” He asked.
“Most certainly. Thank you.” Was the perfunctory reply from the lady, who handed over her impeccably tailored red over-jacket, revealing a sharp cut pinstripe skirt suit underneath. Jaejoong could tell just by those words that this woman was used to getting her way, and was obviously very self confident and most likely successful. She was unknown to him though - not someone that Yunho had brought back to the apartment before. Someone, it would seem, that worked with him.
“The dining room is prepared, Sir.” Kangin told Yunho, holding the jackets out and taking them to the entry closet.
“Thank you Kangin.” Yunho said. “Jaejoong.” The name imbued an order and directions, all in one, and Jaejoong snapped to attention, bobbing down himself and turning to lead the way down to the dining room.
“A very impressive apartment you have, Yunho.” The lady remarked casually as they walked, inspecting the place as they went.
“I like to think so.” Yunho returned. “It serves my needs, at any rate.”
“Yes, I’m sure it does.” Was her reply, and the hairs on the back of Jaejoong’s neck stood up, feeling the uncomfortable weight of her eyes on him. Thankfully, they had reached the dining room, and Jaejoong opened the door, stepping through quickly and waiting for them both to enter before sealing the door again.
“Come in, come in.” Yunho ushered, as the woman stood still momentarily, looking around the room and out the large windows that looked down on the cityscape. “You’re not here to look at the scenery.” He said, pulling out a chair at the table. Jaejoong took that as his cue, and went over to the cabinets where the tea tray sat, waiting.
“Yes, well, you didn’t exactly tell me why I am here.” The lady said, raising a well manicured eyebrow.
“Hmph. I think you should know. I want to discuss our mysterious hidden assassin with you. I’ve a few ideas about who it may be, but not enough evidence to want to share them with many.” Yunho said, leaning on the back of the chair, not sitting as the woman was still standing, looking absently out the window. She turned at his words however, casting an eye over him.
“You would not like to wait a little to discuss this?” The woman asked diplomatically, although her insinuation was clear what with the significant glance she pinned on Jaejoong, one eyebrow raised. She had not said it meanly, just questioningly. Jaejoong bowed his head, pausing in his preparation of the cups of tea, ready to stay or go whatever Yunho said.
“Yes. It’s fine.” He said with a dismissive wave, only to re-iterate when she looked skeptical. “This is my body slave, Jaejoong. I trust him SeulGi. He’s had ample opportunity, and has never been anything but loyal.”
The woman gave him a measuring look, as if disbelieving Yunho’s logic, before shrugging it off.
“As you will. Shall we?” She asked, finally taking a seat at the table. Yunho nodded, following suit and sitting across from her.
Obviously given leave to do his work. Jaejoong began serving out tea and the small cakes he’d made, carefully placing them on the table and unobtrusively offering them to his master and SeulGi as the pair began to talk in earnest. Eventually, he had nothing more to do, so he retuned to his place by the door, and folded down to sit inconspicuously on the soft pillow placed there for him.
Their talk of business strategies made little sense to Jaejoong, and were rather boring given that he knew nothing of the people or situations involved. He instead let his mind wander, eyes blankly staring beyond the carpeted floor of the room. After some time, he tuned in again to hear them debating hard about the rather unstable situation with the takeover, and the dangers they thought they would likely encounter both in the boardroom and outside. They were having a rather heated argument over who they thought was behind the more… violent means of expressing their disagreement with the take over.
“Master… may I…?” Jaejoong’s quiet voice may have gone unnoticed if there had not been a lull in their own conversation. Both of them turned to look at him curiously. Yunho motioned him forward, and Jaejoong stood up, coming up to stand by Yunho’s chair.
“What is it Jaejoong?” Yunho prompted. Jaejoong did not look at SeulGi, instead focusing on his master.
“You could, perhaps, set bait? I could be… angry.” Jaejoong said, motioning to his healing throat to illustrate his idea. “I could pretend to think that you’ve gone crazy. Make known that I want… out.” He went on tentatively. It was risky even proposing such a plan to his master of all people, to even pretend to plan an escape. But Jaejoong had thought about it as they talked, and it seemed sensible to him. “Perhaps if he knows I’m disgruntled, that I could be persuaded, he might send someone to… convince me? Ask me to...” Jaejoong made vague gestures with his hands, not wanting to say the word, and scrunching up his face in distaste. “Then you would be able to follow this person, and perhaps find out who is behind this all.”
SeulGi let out a bark of laughter, and Jaejoong startled at the loud sound, looking over at the woman in surprise. She was considering him as well, eyes measuring him up. He shifted uneasily under her gaze, and went back to looking at his master. Yunho smiled kindly at him.
“It’s an idea. I’m not sure he’d strike in the same way twice, but it’s possible. And I’m thankful for your offer.” Yunho said.
“An idea indeed.” SeulGi said, sounding rather amused, although Jaejoong could not tell what about. Did she think it so amusing that a slave could think? Or was she amused at his idea, or his audaciousness? It was impossible to tell. He resisted the frown that wanted to rise however, and focused on Yunho.
“I’ll certainly keep it in mind, Jaejoong.” Yunho said, and Jaejoong bobbed again, ready to go back and bring around the teapot again to offer more drinks, but he was stopped by SeulGi calling out to him.
“Come here Jaejoong.” SeulGi ordered. Jaejoong looked up at her, eyes flickering from her face to her beckoning fingers, and then over to Yunho. His master nodded slightly, and so Jaejoong went, stepping over to the woman and kneeling down beside her.
SeulGi’s long ruby red nails dug into his skin slightly as she held his chin up, turning his head this way and that and examining his features. His almost healed jaw twinged a little at the pressure, but he bore it docilely.
“He’s beautiful Yunho. And loyal too. You’re lucky to have such a slave.” She commented, sharp eyes looking up and giving Yunho an unreadable look. Jaejoong was a little bewildered at her words, as they were an unusual comment. What followed was even more unusual. “Does your master treat you well?” She asked suddenly, and Jaejoong’s eyes widened.
“SeulGi…” Yunho said her name disapprovingly, but the woman was not looking at him, rather holding Jaejoong’s startled gaze.
“Does he?” She repeated.
“Jaejoong, you don’t have to -” Jaejoong could hear Yunho saying, and the sound of his master standing from his chair. He jumped in though, cutting through his master’s words.
“Yes. Always.” He said simply, meeting her gaze solidly. Her eyes flickered down to his still-bruised neck, and Jaejoong’s eyes narrowed. “It’s the truth.” He asserted, almost challengingly. “He’s always been very good to me.” He pulled away from her touch slightly, showing his disapproval at her thoughts. She searched his defiant face once more, and then nodded, sitting back and letting him go.
Yunho was standing behind his slave now, looking conflicted. He motioned Jaejoong to rise, and he did as bid, eyes flickering between the two before stepping around to gather the empty cake plates onto the tray.
“I’m happy to hear it Yunho. I don’t approve of those who mistreat their slaves.” SeulGi said as she looked up at her boss. Yunho huffed out a sigh, only just managing to refrain from rolling his eyes at her dramatics.
“I’m glad I pass inspection then.” He said dryly, “However, I’d take kindly to it if you didn’t start wandering about interrogating my staff.” She just smiled pleasantly at him.
“Of course not.” She replied genially, and Jaejoong had to smile to himself a little at their interplay. It was obvious Yunho felt quite at ease with the woman, despite her odd questions and quite aggressive manner.
Their conversation slid down from there, their business talk obviously concluded as they relaxed a little and talked easily between them. Jaejoong brought wine for them, and the next few hours were spent genially, a welcome relief perhaps for all involved given past events and also what was to come.
On to part three (first half)